I am he who through that long November
       night
Watched your eyes with untamed delight,
Earnestly travelling into the mystery of
      your mind;
In the highnoon of heart we heard and
      spoke the same notes;
I am he who once held you in willing
       arms,
Unknitting wells  of passion beneath
       your heart;
I am he who wrote a Writ with you,
Sowing in your heart a Promise not to
      break the shared bond;
I am he who, in trust of  love, am a voice
     echoing in the skies;
 Faithed, in a leap for your love, and your
        hand, and that look in your eyes;        
The sea here sheds tears as it the earth
        crushes,
The shore beside me pains as water race
       back to their depths,
And I am he who with confused past
      shares the anguish of the sea.
Farewell!
And now I turnto be living with your
      memory, without blaming fate.

                                                -by
                                     Hakim H.  Kassim.